I wobbled around the club, while the boys, did their search for a one night stand. I found those pointless you know? Find a girl. Have sex. Wake up in the morning remembering nothing, then never see each other again. Like, that's just terrible.
I kept wobbling around, ignoring the fact that I was drunk, and I couldn't find Louis anywhere. I turned my head to the right. There's Niall, at the bar drinking alone. To the left, I see Harry flirting with some chick while his hand is rubbing up and down her thigh. He's drunk. Turned a corner in front of a DJ. There's Liam, standing there alone. Not drunk at all. Probably being cautious since he only recently found out he has two kidneys again.
I walked through the club one more time, I still couldn't find Louis, or Zayn. Where were they? I walked all throughout the club and went outside. There's Zayn, standing alone smoking. Eh, shouldn't bother him.
I walked back inside, pushing passed all of the people. I ran into someone. "Oh, sorry love." I turned to look at him and I gave him a drunk smile.
"It's alright." My words slurred, damn. Note to self; don't drink to much next time. I got a good look at him. He seemed oddly familiar.. Wait a second... No, it couldn't be.. In no possible fucking way! I got a good glimpse of him again.
Sweet holy mother fucking jesus.
"Hey babe. What happened to you? You never talked to me," I got worried. He started coming closer to me, resting his hand on my hip. I could feel his boner on my thigh, and I could smell his alcohol scented breath.
"We're over, Jake. It's been a month now. Just please, leave me alone." I pushed away from him, pushing passed him to look for Louis. But not fast enough. "Come on babe, what are you talking about? We're boyfriend and girlfriend, remember?" He made kissy faces at me. Drunken ass. I pushed him away from me, only harder this time.
"Get AWAY from me Jake! We're over! We've BEEN over!" I stomped away. Without him touching me one more time. Phew. I didn't want to talk to him again.
I kept shoving past people. God Louis, where the hell are you? I've checked about every damn inch of the club. Hmmmmmm. There must me another spot where I could look.
VIP. Of course! How could I have been so stupid? I kept walking, once again. I almost tripped. Stupid heels. I took them off and held them in my hand. Still, pushing passed everyone else. Once I reached myself to VIP, I pushed myself inside, luckily, there were no guards at that point. My voice cracked at what I saw, "Louis?"
My mind was furious right now.
Having some sort of trouble figuring out what the problem was?
I bet you can guess but, Louis, Yes, THE Louis William Tomlison, MY BOYFRIEND, was caught, making out with some whore? Yes, a whore. Tight ass pencil skirt, to a point where you can practically see her vagina. A cut off short tight shirt where it stops right under her boobs. No bra? That's totally normal... Stilettos that are like 15 inches? More typical slut.
And the best part? He wasn't pushing away, he wasn't telling her to stop. He was actually kissing her back. I stomped up to them and tore them apart.
It was an awkward stare down for one second until someone decided to speak.. Need a hint? I'll give you one.. (Psssttttt... It's the whoreee!) "What the fuck BITCH?!" Hah? She has no idea who she's messing with. I honestly took Karate when I was a girl. Suck that! Oh wait, probably doesn't wanna.. She only sucks dick. Hah. I laughed at my own joke.. "Oh, so you think this is funny?!"
"Why, yes, yes I do." And I punched her, right there. Louis just stared at me. I walked up to him, and just stared. I was probably sober enough to remember tonight. He stared at me like I was crazy? Yeah, I'm so totally crazy for walking in on my boyfriend making out with another girl that's not me. That makes me not crazy..
We stood there, for a few seconds.. And he didn't seem to apologize. Wow. "And for YOU mister. I cannot believe you. I'm gone for two years reunite, hate each other, get together, then I find you cheating on me. Thank you babe, for the BEST birthday ever." Then, I slapped him and walked off.
I stomped out of the club, leaving everyone behind, until Zayn stopped me from leaving. "And where do you think you're going on your birthday?"
"I'm going home, because my FUCKING BOYFRIEND, decides to cheat on me, after I haven't seen him for two years, I honestly thought I was happy again. But you know what? I guess I was wrong. Goodbye Zayn. Tell all of the boys I said goodbye, and tell Liam I love him, and that he was like a brother to me. Tell Niall I love him as a brother, and that I will miss his adorable laugh. You know what? Tell everyone else I love them. Tell Harry I'll miss his cheekiness. And for you Zayn, you were an amazing best friend." I paused, taking a breath before breaking down.
"And for Louis, tell him we're over, and that I don't want to see him again. Tell him to delete my number. Not to talk to me again. And that he can go save that slut that he was making out with. Okay?"
He nodded his head, not asking a single question. I felt bad for leaving him like this, he's an amazing friend..
But, I had too. "Goodbye Zayn." I stood on my tippytoes and kissed his cheek. "I'll miss you and the lads!" And with that, I was off. I left. The last thing I saw was Louis running outside, and Zayn staring at him with the most angry look at his face when he talked to him.
When I got home I ran upstairs and took a shower, changing into some nicer, and more comfortable clothes. I stood in front of the mirror.
Look at you.
Not even Louis loves you. Louis nor Jake. They both cheated, because they don't love you.
You want to know why? Just look at yourself, Renee. Who could like that?
You know what you need to do?
Punish yourself Renee.. Punish yourself..
Punish.. Punish. punish..
I listened to my mind. It was right. I DID need to punish myself.
I walked over to my mirror, pulling out a razor from the drawer, I'm glad I got this. I put my back up against the wall, while I started cutting. After about one or two, I started going deeper, deeper, and deeper.
The looked down at my wrist, covered in blood. The bright red gooeyness was dripping, onto my pants and onto the floor. The room around me started to get blurry. My head was nauseous. Everything was spinning.
And the last I remembered, was darkness.